Minew couldn't help but be careful with Ethan. Despite Ethan's constant reassurances than he was stronger than he looked, when put properly into an army uniform, he looked like little more than a twig, bound to break in the lightest of breezes.

And without the proper army uniform, Minew found himself counting Ethan's ribs and wondering how a boy who seemed to eat his weight on a daily basis could stay so thin. Wherever Ethan had gotten his genetics, Minew thought, beautiful people abounded.

Running a hand down over Ethan's stomach, Minew heard Ethan gasp softly, the sound barely audible even in the late night stillness of the castle.

"Am I moving too slow for you?" Minew asked, leaning to kiss Ethan's ivory skin just above Ethan's left hip bone.

"No..." Ethan replied, reaching down to capture a stray handful of Minew's hair.

"I'd be a fool not to bow to you whims," Minew said. "I never thought I'd..."

Halfway through his declaration his hand had come into contact with Ethan's arousal. The hiss from Ethan's lips was like a siren song, drawing Minew in.

It was going to be a long, erotic night, Minew decided. Their last few encounters had been short, fast couplings during lunch breaks and other asides. With Ethan staying down with the soldiers for the last few months, they hadn't had time together like this.

The entire castle knew that they were lovers. Neither had bothered to hide it - neither had wanted to conceal something that seemed so fast-bound and pure.

Minew licked the length of Ethan's erection, lingering at the tip to get the sweet beads of fluid that gathered there. Ethan was a delicacy, a never-ending dessert to be enjoyed as the perfect accompaniment to anything.

Ethan was the sort of thing Minew hoped he would never have to give up, a beautiful addiction spun from a sorcery unimaginable.